Hi, everyone!! Sorry this is soooo late! All I seemed to be able to do
after school was complete my homework, down some dinner, and drift off (Go
ask psychopeanut!), so here's the 22nd chapter... In the next chapter, I'm
going to thank EACH AND EVERY reviewer at the beginning of the chapter, so
look out for your name if you've reviewed! I have a lot of time, as I just
came back from my Guides' meeting, and I have the WHOLE afternoon ahead of
me, so I guess this chapter will be *slightly* longer!
Chapter 22
"What?" Said Hermione, saying the first thing that came to her mind, her voice much higher than usual.
"What, what?" Sneered Draco, taking the last few steps two at a time.
"No, why are you looking at me like that?" Said Hermione, falling into a couch, and massaging her throbbing temples.
"Like what?" Draco queried, as he gracefully lowered himself into the seat across from Hermione. "What look did I have on my face?"
Hermione shook her head. "Never mind, Draco," she sighed, feeling a little disappointed for no apparent reason. "Forget it."
Hermione blinked a few times, as though to clear her mind, then stood up. To her surprise, Draco reached out for her hand, and pulled her next to him.
Hermione fiercely pulled her hand away from Draco, and glared at him. "What do you want, you weirdo?"
Draco smirked. "You."
Hermione jumped up from the couch. "Give me a break, Malfoy!" She said, unintentionally calling him by his second name. Her pitch began to rise, along with the pink on her cheeks. "First you treat me like a nothing, then you push me away, then you want me back, and then you push me away again! What DO you want? I'm not a yo-yo, so make up your mind!"
Draco stood up to his full height, but Hermione did not flinch. "So what if I can't make up my mind?" He snarled. "Can't I even find out what it's like to have you for my own?"
"No, you can't! It's okay for your other girls, Malfoy, but I'm not the same!" A sob escaped her lips, and Hermione turned, and made a dash for the staircase.
Draco was not about to let her get away again without a chase. He took a firm grip of her arm, and pulled her back. Roughly, he grabbed her shoulder, and turned her around to face him.
"Run, Granger, run! You always run when there's trouble, don't you? Why don't you stay and fight?" Draco spat.
Hermione struggled fiercely. "Not when it's a jerk I'm facing!" She half- yelled, giving a final tug. She was free! Not wasting another moment, she ran all the way up to her room, and shut the door with a loud bang. She couldn't care less if half the Prefects woke up. Not when she had her own whirlwind of thoughts to sort out.
What was wrong with Draco? He was always playing with her feelings, like she was a yo-yo. Hermione wasn't a player. She only played for keeps, but Draco was bending the rules like they were nothing, and she wasn't going to let Draco walk all over her, when he felt like it.
Hermione fell into bed, and before she could go over the trashed-up thoughts in her head, the cool breeze, which blew in from the balcony she had forgotten to Seal, lulled her to sleep.
Draco lay on his bed, and stared into nothingness. He couldn't see, couldn't hear, and couldn't feel. He was numb; like an empty shell. Why couldn't he make up his mind? Hermione was right. He was toying with her feelings; like a yo-yo. But every time he saw her with Ron, he was certain he felt something for her, but when she was alone with him - some thing overcame him, and he didn't want to treat her well. It sounded corny, even to himself that he wanted to kick himself.
His thoughts wandered to the next day. He was certain Hermione would not want to meet him anymore. 'Might as well forget it,' he thought, then sleep overcame his numb mind, and he too, fell asleep.
Chapter 22
"What?" Said Hermione, saying the first thing that came to her mind, her voice much higher than usual.
"What, what?" Sneered Draco, taking the last few steps two at a time.
"No, why are you looking at me like that?" Said Hermione, falling into a couch, and massaging her throbbing temples.
"Like what?" Draco queried, as he gracefully lowered himself into the seat across from Hermione. "What look did I have on my face?"
Hermione shook her head. "Never mind, Draco," she sighed, feeling a little disappointed for no apparent reason. "Forget it."
Hermione blinked a few times, as though to clear her mind, then stood up. To her surprise, Draco reached out for her hand, and pulled her next to him.
Hermione fiercely pulled her hand away from Draco, and glared at him. "What do you want, you weirdo?"
Draco smirked. "You."
Hermione jumped up from the couch. "Give me a break, Malfoy!" She said, unintentionally calling him by his second name. Her pitch began to rise, along with the pink on her cheeks. "First you treat me like a nothing, then you push me away, then you want me back, and then you push me away again! What DO you want? I'm not a yo-yo, so make up your mind!"
Draco stood up to his full height, but Hermione did not flinch. "So what if I can't make up my mind?" He snarled. "Can't I even find out what it's like to have you for my own?"
"No, you can't! It's okay for your other girls, Malfoy, but I'm not the same!" A sob escaped her lips, and Hermione turned, and made a dash for the staircase.
Draco was not about to let her get away again without a chase. He took a firm grip of her arm, and pulled her back. Roughly, he grabbed her shoulder, and turned her around to face him.
"Run, Granger, run! You always run when there's trouble, don't you? Why don't you stay and fight?" Draco spat.
Hermione struggled fiercely. "Not when it's a jerk I'm facing!" She half- yelled, giving a final tug. She was free! Not wasting another moment, she ran all the way up to her room, and shut the door with a loud bang. She couldn't care less if half the Prefects woke up. Not when she had her own whirlwind of thoughts to sort out.
What was wrong with Draco? He was always playing with her feelings, like she was a yo-yo. Hermione wasn't a player. She only played for keeps, but Draco was bending the rules like they were nothing, and she wasn't going to let Draco walk all over her, when he felt like it.
Hermione fell into bed, and before she could go over the trashed-up thoughts in her head, the cool breeze, which blew in from the balcony she had forgotten to Seal, lulled her to sleep.
Draco lay on his bed, and stared into nothingness. He couldn't see, couldn't hear, and couldn't feel. He was numb; like an empty shell. Why couldn't he make up his mind? Hermione was right. He was toying with her feelings; like a yo-yo. But every time he saw her with Ron, he was certain he felt something for her, but when she was alone with him - some thing overcame him, and he didn't want to treat her well. It sounded corny, even to himself that he wanted to kick himself.
His thoughts wandered to the next day. He was certain Hermione would not want to meet him anymore. 'Might as well forget it,' he thought, then sleep overcame his numb mind, and he too, fell asleep.